Title: Now See Here
Rating: PG (maybe)
Disclaimer: Rowling and Whedon rock my world. Please don’t sue me.
Distribution: Anywhere I send it. If anyone else wants it just let me know.
Spoilers: OotP in the Potterverse and Season Five of AtS.
Summary: A Seer’s work is never done…
Author’s Note: This is my response to the twenty-minute Cordelia challenge at TtH. I’m not sure that I really like how it turned out, but I did write it so it only seems fair that I post it. Perhaps someone else will find it enjoyable.
“Why, good afternoon Sybil. I’m so pleased to see you could join us this evening. I’d like to introduce you to our guest. Ms. Cordelia Chase. Ms. Chase, I’d like you to meet our Divination Professor, Sybil Trelawney.”
Cordelia raised an eyebrow. She looked at the tall, lanky woman with bug eyes and gaudy jewelry. She looked at the aging wizard with the crooked nose and twinkling eyes. She looked back at the woman, then back at the man.
She then looked toward the ceiling and gave a faint sigh.
“You have got
to be kidding me.”
Albus Dumbledore blinked. The slightest bit of confusion found its way onto his face, although he continued to smile merrily and his eyes continued to sparkle. “I’m sorry, my dear? Who
must be kidding you? And about what, if I may ask?” he questioned, his tone laced with a hint of confusion.
The former cheerleader paid no attention to the Headmaster of Hogwarts, however. No, she was far too busy having what appeared to be an argument with what appeared to be absolutely nothing.
is why you sent me here?” she exclaimed. “I’m supposed to help her
? What? I couldn’t just stay dead and live it up in the afterlife? I’ve got to play nice with the praying mantis lady?” Barely sparing a glance at Sybil, Cordelia smiled faintly. “Sorry. Not meaning to insult you. Really.”
Sybil shrugged. “It’s quite all…” Her voice trailed off as she realized that Cordelia wasn’t even paying attention, but had instead taken to pacing the staff room, oblivious to the strange stares and, in Severus Snape’s case, glares, she was receiving.
And, of course, she was still talking to herself.
“You know, some
people who save the world about a bazillion times are allowed to actually rest in peace when they die. But do I get to?” She glanced at Professor Flitwick as she asked this.
Quickly, the tiny man shook his head and she continued. “No! Of course
I don’t! I bust my hump for years trying to atone for how mean I was in school. I try to do right, try to be nice, I even gave up my dream of becoming an actress
! And what do I get in return?”
This time, she glanced at Professor Sprout. The stout woman shrugged her shoulders, her eyes wide as she stared fearfully at what she assumed was a rather mentally unstable young woman. Cordelia gave a fairly decent growl, turning on her heel to glare openly at Professor McGonagall.
“I’ll tell you what I get!” she cried. “I get to come to this freaky castle, learn how to live in the medieval times -- complete with no telephones, computers, or anything else that civilized people have – and help protect some woman who wouldn’t know an actual vision if it fell out of the sky and landed in her frizz-infested hair!”
“Now see here!” Sybil exclaimed, taking a few steps toward the brunette woman. “I have never
been so insulted…”
Cordelia rolled her eyes, giving the Divination Professor a bored look. “Oh, please. If you call that
an insult, you need to get a grip,” she muttered.
“That will be quite enough,” Dumbledore said, his tone soft yet filled with unspoken warning. “Now, Ms. Chase, as enlightening
as I’m certain everyone is finding this outburst of yours, I feel I must ask you to calm yourself and explain what, precisely, it is that has brought you to Hogwarts.”
For a brief moment, the recently demonized Seer looked as though she wanted to object. Finally, though, she shrugged and dropped down into the first available chair… that just so happened to be beside Severus Snape.
The Potions Master gave a sigh of annoyance. “If you don’t mind, I believe your seat was over there
,” he murmured in a silky tone, nodding toward the chair she’d been inhabiting before Sybil entered the room.
Cordelia snorted. “Actually,” she snapped. “I do
mind. Now why don’t you be quiet so I can talk.” And, without giving him so much as a chance to respond, she addressed the entire group.
“Okay, so to make a long story short, I used to be a Seer from another dimension. Unfortunately, I died. The next thing I know, I’m standing before the PTB and they’re telling me that they have another mission for me. I’m supposed to come here and help the Divination Professor.” She gave a faint shrug. “Something about helping to unite to survive some war. See, whatever she
,” here she pointed to Sybil, “is destined to do is going to put her in great danger. And since I actually receive
visions, I can tell when it’s going to happen and try to stop it.”
Sybil make some sound between a cough and a snort. “You? A Seer? I think not,” she scoffed. “I
am a Seer. And, while your coming to assist me achieve greatness was foretold in my tealeaves just the other day, I am afraid I must decline. I will not work with a fraud."
Cordelia narrowed her eyes, her hands bunching into fists as she shot the woman a purely venomous look. “Look, you don’t try to make fun of my gift and I won’t gut you like a fish. Deal?” she stated coldly.
Even Severus looked slightly shocked at that comment and an uncomfortable silence descended upon the room.
It was finally broken by an unfamiliar voice.
“I apologize for being late. I had to meet with a few students and did not wish to rush them through the help they desired.”
Cordelia looked up, her eyes widened as she watched the centaur make his way into the room. “Oh. My. God,” she breathed, her hand instinctively moving to the spot where she once carried her trusty dagger. Unfortunately, it was still residing in the dimension she’d come from.
Firenze turned toward the newcomer, a frown crossing his face. “Who are you?” he questioned quietly. “And why would you feel the need to invoke some Muggle deity upon seeing me?”
The May Queen blinked. Then she seemed to snap out of her shock and flashed him a thousand watt smile. “I’m Cordelia Chase. And sorry about that. I just wasn’t expecting to see someone here who actually puts the students first,” she stated. “Everyone else came running the minute I showed up and the Headmaster called a meeting.”
The centaur nearly smiled, although it looked more like a grimace on his normally somber face. “Yes, well, I was hired to be a teacher. Therefore, my duty is to the students.”
Cordelia nodded, skirting around the edge of the table to peer up at him. “Yeah, I hear you. By the way, who are you?” she wondered.
“I am Firenze. I am the co-Professor of Divination,” he replied, doing something that he rarely did for anyone – offering her his hand.
The brunette shook it and her smile seemed to widen even more. “Divination?” she echoed. “Tell me, you wouldn’t happen to be thinking of trying to unite the centaurs with the Wizarding World for the upcoming war, would you?”
Firenze blinked, slowly pulling his hand away. “How did you know that?” he asked in a quiet tone.
Cordelia chuckled, her hazel eyes shining merrily. Slowly, one eyebrow rose as she turned to give Sybil a superior look. “Huh. Looks like I’m here to help him, not you. Bet you didn’t see that coming, did you?”